Monarch of Evernight: One hundred and seventy-eight ways to have both ends of the world

bsp;King Zhiji’s words left Song Zining speechless.

There was a moment of silence at the table, then Zhiji Wang Fang sighed and said: "The higher the position, the heavier the weight of the word family and country. You are now considered the pillar of the country, so you should have some experience. Sometimes, you know clearly Some things are against my true intentions, but I still have to do them for the sake of the empire and the human race.”

Song Zining finally said: "I'm afraid that some people use the righteousness of the family and the country as a banner, but secretly do some shameful things and seek personal gain."

"Everyone has the desire to benefit themselves. If you were in a powerful position, what would you do? Can you guard against others in the world?"

Song Zining frowned and thought hard, then shook his head after a moment. No matter what he envisions, there will always be people who take advantage of loopholes and do corrupt and evil things that harm the country and the people. I am even more afraid of those who are not greedy for money, but do things that harm others and do not benefit themselves. What King Zhiji said makes sense, it is impossible to guard against it.

"How should we deal with it?" Song Zining really asked humbly this time.

Zhiji Wang said slowly: "It's nothing more than two words, one is to block and the other is to investigate. The so-called complete system and preventing the slightest corruption as much as possible means blocking, blocking the source. But blocking is not as good as investigating. The so-called investigation is actually to hold accountable after the fact. . Anyone who commits a crime will be punished, and no one will be exempted. Over time, many people will become afraid and will not do those things. If they just block it, everyone will be alone and no one will do anything."

Song Zining experienced it carefully and felt that it was infinitely mysterious.

"Now that we have finished explaining the truth, let's talk about Qianye. If we don't talk about it, I'm afraid you will always have a knot in your heart."

"Please give me some advice, Your Majesty."

King Zhiji said slowly: "Qianye has actually made great contributions to the country and the people, and his heart is especially for the human race. In the past few years, the empire has owed a lot to him."

Song Zining's nose suddenly felt sore and he hurriedly held it back.

"In the Black Sun Valley, if he hadn't turned the tide, the empire would have been completely defeated. In the final battle, I can clearly see that without the various bonds between him and Nighteye, no one can really control Nighteye."

Song Zining suddenly felt angry and couldn't help but blurt out: "So you first tried to kill Ye Tong but failed, and then used Qianye to deal with her. You just calculated Qianye's temperament and wanted them both to die together. Right Wrong? ”

King Zhiji was silent for a moment and then said: "Zi Ning, the word "family and country" is more important than Mount Tai. In front of it, nothing is truly important. If there is any guilt, of course there is. But what I have Everything I do is for the survival of the empire and the prosperity of the human race. From this point of view, I have no regrets."

Song Zining was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer. After a moment, Fang said bitterly: "I'm not done with that idiot Wei Qiyang!"

Pei Zijun had already messed up things that day. If Wei Potian hadn't run to Yong Lu, Qianye would probably have refused to fight.

"If expressing your anger can make you feel better, then do it."

"I thought you would advise me to exercise more restraint."

Zhiji Wang said: "You will be able to act appropriately when you feel at ease. Now you hold great power, and every move is related to the life and death of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. How can you ignore it? In contrast, sacrificing a few people Nothing."

Song Zining's eyes flashed and he said: "With your words, I won't be polite."

"Just do it."

"Those things I did have nothing to do with my family and country. I just wanted to settle my personal grudges. Maybe I would also make some money for myself."

Zhiji Wang smiled and said: "Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. You can handle such a small matter yourself without asking me."

By this time, it was almost time to disperse. Although some words were not said thoroughly, it was enough. After all, Qianye is half a vampire and has a different identity. How can he become a hero who can turn the tide of collapse? If this were done, wouldn't the empire's standard of people's hearts for thousands of years collapse overnight?

People's hearts are complicated, and they are easily incited. People's hearts are still easy to provoke.

So, all the sacrifices and achievements of Qianye were wiped out out of thin air. Maybe decades later, no one will remember that there was such a person or such a thing. The Eternal Night Council would not bother itself by admitting that a human race with two bloodlines did not choose the noble dark bloodline in the end. This completely violated the evolutionary rules of mixed descendants for thousands of years.

After walking out of the palace, Song Zining looked up at the sky. He knew it was reasonable, but the breath that was blocked in his heart could not get out.

Why can’t brothers of family and country have both?

With nowhere to vent, he kicked the car door hard. The officer in charge of the pick-up was startled and hurriedly came over and said, "What are your orders, sir? I'll do it right now!"

"It's okay, go back."

The officer did not dare to ask any more questions and drove Song Zining straight to the post office.

On the Twilight Continent, the clan castle in the traditional territory of the Spike family was peaceful and quiet.

The mobilization of war preparations in the new world took away a large number of young people early on.

But fortunately, Prince Habsburg was among the first to enter the new world. Although the pioneering period was difficult and the casualties were considerable, they were not as tragic as the later encounter with the empire.

In the empty hall, on the throne, Habusi sat quietly, resting his hand on the armrest to support his chin, taking a nap. In the past, this hall that could accommodate a thousand people would only be used during clan meetings. However, recently, he increasingly liked to stay in this large and lonely space when he was alone.

The whole castle was so quiet that there was no sound, not even breathing could be heard. The prince had been in a state of agitation for a long time, and everyone was trying to get him to rest better, whether from consideration or fear.

I don’t know how long it took, but Habs suddenly opened his eyes and said calmly: "Lynard, let him in."

In the small square outside the castle, among a group of people chatting and chatting, Marquis Lynard listened attentively, then waved his hand to let the demon marquis in front of him pass, but stopped his entourage.

The Demon Marquis had been protesting for a long time because the vampires did not inform him. Now he felt relieved. Although he was still angry about the treatment he received, he did not want to cause trouble and left his entourage outside.

The devil saw Habbs sitting on the throne in the hall. He saluted politely and then said: "Dear His Highness Habbs, on behalf of the parliament, I am here to send greetings to you."

Habbs sat motionless and said calmly: "If Mr. Speaker is still saying the same thing, there is no need to say anything. I have already answered that I don't have what he wants here. Go back and tell him, don't do it again. Someone has been sent over."

The Demon Marquis didn't even meet Habus in the first two times he came, but this time he was driven away after just saying a word. He finally got angry and said: "Your Highness, the Speaker is trying to give you face by classifying this as a parliamentary matter and asking you to handle it at your discretion. In fact, this is the will of His Majesty the Demon Emperor, so there is no reason to consider it!"

Habbs's expression did not waver at all, and he said coldly: "Then there is no need to think about it. I am a vampire, and the Demon King is not my king."

"You!" The Demon Marquis jumped up, furious, and pointed his halberd at Habus.

With a flash of blood in Habbs' empty blue eyes, the Demon Marquis was suddenly pressed to the ground by an invisible force.

His hands scratched at his throat feebly, but to no avail. His face turned red, but no sound came out. Soon the strength of his struggle began to weaken, and blood oozed from the skin all over his body. Become a **** man.

Habbs's expression did not change at all, and he did not even put down the hand holding his chin. Watching the Demon Marquis die gradually was like watching a piece of dust.

When the demon-born Marquis stopped moving, he said calmly: "The person is dead and he won't come out?"

Prettic stood at the door of the hall with a complicated look on his face. He walked in slowly, stopped next to the Demon Marquis, and then walked to Habus's throne.

"Long time no see."

"Congratulations, you have a perfect second awakening. The balance rudder of fate of Wuhuang Nightmare has a new owner."

Prittick looked up at Hubbs for a moment, opened his arms and said, "Dear old friend, don't you give me a hug?"

Habbs was silent for a while, then finally stood up from the throne and walked down the steps.

After the two hugged each other, they left the hall and went to Habbs' study. No one paid any attention to the unlucky Demon Marquis.

Lynard served refreshments to the two of them, then exited and closed the door.

The bright red brown color, exquisite snacks, and simple but well-maintained porcelain are very pleasing to the eyes and smells. If it hadn't been so **** at the beginning, it would have been a good meeting of old friends.

After all, for immortals, after a long sleep, they may see a strange world when they open their eyes.

Prittik was immersed in the fragrance of tea for a moment. Seeing that Habbs had no intention of speaking, he could only sigh and said: "Dear Habbs, you have changed a lot."

"This time the Demon King sent you as the messenger?"

Prittik shrugged and said: "I don't know anything yet. The unlucky guy just now was appointed by the Speaker, and His Majesty Kane just asked me to follow him to take a look."

Habbs turned the cup in his hand and said, "There's nothing interesting to see. I don't have what His Majesty the Demon Emperor wants here."

Prittik's eyes became slightly solemn and he said: "What exactly is it?"

Hubbs asked instead, "When did you wake up from your slumber?"

"After the truce of the Jihad." Prattik thought for a moment and then said a more accurate time point, "during the 'bloody funeral'."

He suddenly realized something, and his face slowly turned pale, "It's...about that person?"

Habs stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with the teacup in hand, and stared for a long time at the land beneath his feet that he only returned to after becoming an adult, but that carried his clan and bloodline.

"Let's go."

Prettic was suddenly angry, threw the cup in his hand heavily on the table, and stood up, "Habbs! That is the human race, the marshal of the empire, the enemy of Yongye, even if he does not die at that time , only a few years to live! And I have known you for more than a hundred years, and our friendship was interrupted by the death of a human race?"

"The Vampires and Demons are also enemies."

Prittik's hand suddenly clenched.

After a while, Habbs turned around. His blue eyes were like the clear sky in the distance. Although they were gentle but without any emotion, he said, "Pupu, you should be the most powerful prophet in Evernight now. Don’t you see that the wheel of fortune is shifting?”

Prattick did not object.

"Puppu, let's go. The Demon King himself will come to me."

Prattik wanted to say something else, but suddenly felt a familiar wave of power close at hand, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Habbs didn't look surprised at all. He turned his head and looked at the Demon Emperor's figure condensed in the void.

This should be a clone of the Holy Mountain Supreme. It is so restrained that there is no trace of pressure or aura, but the moment it crosses the space, all the dark forces in the environment bow down. The higher the rank of the Yongye powerhouse present, the more obvious the feeling.

The atmosphere solidified for a moment.

Prittik reacted, bowed deeply and said: "Your Majesty."

The Demon King said softly: "Sir Prattik, please take the others and leave first. I have something to say with Mr. Habs."

Prittik's pale face never recovered, and he didn't say anything after hearing the words. He saluted again and pushed the door open and went out.

The Demon King turned to Habus and said: "Sir Habus, have you seen the human race's celestial star trails?"

Habbs was stunned for a moment and said nothing.

The Demon Emperor didn't mind his attitude and said softly: "I have seen it before, and the star trails he showed me are really incomparably rich and beautiful. In comparison, the world with the asteroid belt The top is like a desert, and the only thing that can be compared is the wheel of destiny of us people of darkness, slowly turning over thousands of years. It is completely unimaginable how the short-lived species, whose average life span is less than a hundred years, can have such beauty. Track."

Habbs slowly said the name of a place, "Kumaratian?"

"Yes, I was there. Not killing him at that time was the biggest mistake of my life."

"He's still dead."

"He could have looked down at all living beings from the stars, but he would rather burn to ashes in the mud. For the sake of those ugly ant-like lives. I can't understand."

"We only respect the strong, but he only recognizes the same kind."

The Demon King was startled for a moment, thought for a moment, shook his head, then looked into Habus's eyes and said, "Give me his remains, we need to get some information from him."

"Everyone who died in the void has no bones left."

"Short-lived species have no reincarnation of souls or awakening of consciousness. Their passing is forever."

Habbs was silent.

The Demon Emperor suddenly sighed softly and said: "Then give me his original crystal. Mr. Habs, you also know that the plan of the human race has been implemented against our eternal night for hundreds of years, but even if there is someone from There is still no prophet who can accurately analyze the impact of the Immortal King. Although he is gone, the situation has not improved. We need to trace the connection between the thread of fate from him."

He looked down at his hands and said with a wry smile: "If I had taken action at that time, no trace of fate would have been left. But who would be willing to annihilate such a beautiful star trail with his own hands?"

Habbs said slowly: "Your Majesty Kane, there is only one way. You can completely destroy me and this castle together. Then it is completely unimportant whether I have hidden something that I shouldn't have hidden."

Habbs suddenly felt a chill, and his blood core sank violently. He saw that even after receiving such a rude answer, the Demon Emperor was still lifeless, and his eyes were as gentle as ever.

But Habbs would never think that the Supreme Being was threatened. Even if the Demon King is just a clone here, it is almost impossible to destroy the blood prince of one of the twelve ancient clans together with the clan castle, but how long will it take for the Demon King to arrive here?

"I heard that the emperor of the human race was his disciple, and I have always refused to believe that he has fallen. No one can occupy his position, and even his salary is still paid according to the status of him still alive. This can be seen as A kind of memory, no one wants to offend their emperor for a little money."

The Demon Emperor's voice did not waver at all, and was still as gentle as speaking at home, "But what if there are rumors that the hero of the empire who people thought was not dead, but became a prisoner?"

Habbs said slowly: "His Majesty, the devil-born emperor, really makes me ashamed."

Rumors have always been popular because all parties have their own considerations. The Eternal Night Parliament is absolutely unwilling to establish an image of a hero who single-handedly turned the tide for the empire, and the clowns in the empire certainly do not want their political opponents to leave a glory that will be recorded in history. And it is easy to discredit heroes because they can no longer stand up and defend themselves.

It’s not like Habs didn’t know that because of the Demon Emperor’s majestic suppression, no one dared to add insult to injury or talk nonsense about that battle. Otherwise, a battle without witnesses could turn out to be anything. He did not debrief his duties or submit proof of meritorious service, enough for his opponents in the Parliament and even within the Blood Clan to initiate impeachment.

"Sir Habs, I hope that one day you will challenge me on the Holy Mountain instead of here." The Demon Emperor's face and voice were very calm, "I don't really want to fight with the Night on the Twilight Continent. The queen is unhappy, the new world is where our common interests lie, and Lilith is old."

This last sentence does not conform to Demon King Kane's always polite image, but it also reveals the young supreme's unknown ambition and unruliness.

The Demon King cast his gaze at a certain point in the void, which is where the ancient blood pool of the clan castle is located. He said slowly: "You can think about it again, but my patience is not unlimited."

A long time after the Demon King left, Habbs moved his body. He stretched out his right index finger and drew a line in the air.

The pedigree of power jumped out.

One end comes from the source of darkness, and the endless dark force extends toward the other side, gradually changing along the way, showing deep and shallow grays, until it passes through the neutral zone, the morning light shines, and dawn follows.

The deduction ends here. This is the understanding of the power spectrum that Eternal Night Creatures have so far.

The source of darkness is the source of this world, so what is the end of dawn? Is there a dawn source point, or something else? What would it look like if the Origin of Dawn could also create a world? Is there a star track that the Demon King has seen before?